Violently Icy

True Blood

This was it... Shirley had enough of Tate hitting on Wynrie and Daemon getting worked up and not doing anything but instead,  walked away. She had hoped he'd stop letting her get to him like that so she herself could have him fawning and fussing over her as he had. 

Shirley knew there wasn't much time left in the class,  so she dashed out before she was noticed. She found Daemon with his head on the closed locker door.  He turned his head towards her,  and instantly stopped and became normal again.  Calmer again.  He would not let her know about him.  She couldn't.  It'd be worse than if it was Wynrie (whom he preferred) better than anyone out there. 

"You shouldn't be here Shirley. You know that.  I'm fine. Just needed time to cool. S'all good," Daemon said. Shirley stopped dead in her tracks.  She smashed her heels down onto the floor, silently.

She felt the callus forming in them again.  She'd just recently gotten rid of them quite a bit.  She always hated that about herself.  Knew it was her biggest flaw in which everyone had taken notice at at one point or another.

Daemon had been right though, she shouldn't have come. She needed to stay away from him and his danger.  Away from his temptations.  Of his silent screams for her help (the ones silently not there). She headed off to her prep class period and didn't say a word to Daemon for the rest of the day.

Shirley ran into Daemon the next morning in the hallway to class.  Shirley knew what she needed to do,  quickly,  soon.  Daemon could feel what urges Shirley was going through, but he had to restrain from sleeping with a girl like her.  She could tell he was holding himself back from mounting her like an animal and going heavily, rough with her thicker body. 

Usually,  he tried to keep his distance with her at all times...  This however,  did not work this time...